Looking around, she didn’t see him at first. Then, she saw him sitting on her couch, his head in his hands. His shoulders were slumped, and he was mumbling to himself.
Ali sat down beside him, keeping a few inches between them. He stopped talking to himself and glanced in her direction. Her chest clenched at the look of pain in his eyes.
She wanted to reach out to him, comfort him, but she wasn’t sure her touch would be welcomed. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was barely audible, but she knew he heard her.
He released a tortured sound before looking at the wall opposite where they were sitting. His chest rose, then fell again in an exaggerated breath. “I’m sorry. I...I don’t know what came over me.” He stood, taking her off guard. Straightening his shoulders, he looked down at her, all the previous emotion gone from his face. “It won’t happen again.”
She blinked several times. “I don’t understand.”
Daniel shook his head, then walked into the dining room.
Ali followed, confused and still incredibly turned on. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” He rubbed a hand over his chest. “No. You did nothing wrong, Allison. It’s me. I...”
Nothing was making sense. He’d kissed her. She’d kissed him back. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“What?” He looked stunned by her question. “No.”
“Then why did you stop kissing me?” she asked.
The muscle in his throat contracted as he swallowed and the vein in the side of his neck pulsed. “It was wrong. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
The confusion was back. “Why was it wrong?”
He shook his head. “Our dinner’s getting cold. We should eat.”
She was hungry, but not for food. At least, not only for food.
Taking a chance, Ali went to stand in front of him. He didn’t back away, although she got the impression he wanted to. There was a question she’d been wanting to ask him for a while now, but she hadn’t had the courage. She tilted her head up, meeting his gaze. “Why won’t you play with me at the club?”
“Allison, I think—”
“I think I deserve an answer.” This wasn’t like her, but she was taking a page out of Kim’s book. Her friend always told her that if you wanted something, you had to go after it. She wanted Daniel and the only thing that had kept her from going after him was because she’d thought he wasn’t interested in her that way.
He closed his eyes, took a breath, and released it. “It’s easier that way.”
Instead of clearing up her confusion, his responses were making it worse. “You’re attracted to me.”
Again, he swallowed. “Yes.”
It would be difficult for him to deny it. He was still hard. His erection called to her as it tented his slacks.
Going on instinct, she lowered herself to the floor, kneeling in front of him. He must have sensed the movement because he gazed down at her, his eyes wide with what looked like fear.
Ali brought her mouth level with the bulge in his pants and looked up at him, letting her desire show in her eyes. “May I please suck your cock, Sir?”
He didn’t answer.
She pressed her face against his crotch, rubbing her cheek against him. It was a dangerous game, but she had to take the chance.
Nothing happened for several very long moments. Ali was beginning to doubt herself, then he threaded his fingers through her hair. The feel of his hand cupping the back of her head had every submissive instinct in her body purring.
Her lips brushed against his length, and he moaned out a strangled, “Yes.”
Ali didn’t know what he was saying yes to, but she took it as an answer to her question. She reached for his belt, releasing the buckle and then going for the button on his slacks. His cock peeked its head above his boxer briefs as she lowered the zipper. She closed her mouth around the tip, sucking gently, and she felt his fingers grip the back of her head.
Heat surged in her belly as she pushed his underwear down his legs, letting his cock spring free. She closed her eyes and focused on the feel of him on her tongue as she took more of him into her mouth. With excruciating slowness, she explored every inch of him.